"Hmph, hmph. Don't be lazy, you clumsy, earless creatures."
"Get to work! The Pig-folk commands it. You weak, useless things are nothing but dinner."
A corpulent Pig-folk, covered in dried mud, lumbered through the mine with a warhammer adorned with a skull. Its eyes, crisscrossed with red veins, constantly scanned its surroundings.
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